yeah punters of the poemget a dose of tactile deliveryvampires of the wordhere stanzas are felt rhythmicallydeliberately

approximately one hundred and twenty secondsor less - of word - one after-the-otherafter-the-other - after-the-other

i am syllables - units of rhythmassonance - alliteration consummatedi am literally a metaphor snakestrike like a simile of the sonicnot like lee majors bionicor remote fibre-vitiman-tonicnor a sister of the sonneta munted rhyme for the seated gods

but, also this is not a fucking aabbc bbaac ccaabbbaad rhyming pattern - un-uh - but just a wordon another word - piled on another word

now some anecdotal adviceabout how i once trod barefootin my own hot morning shit - brown and yellowits steaming rancid relevance - between my cold toesand how i always - wear boots nowbefore a bush shit - and dig a hole

stacked here - these spoken words - this lullabyan uttered semiotic sign - a list of the signifier, signifieda significance - a literary spin for you

and my soul - merely the width of this entire roomand the motherfuckers innitthere is repetition repetition repetition - and breath…

and words like foreskin and clitorisand this is my voice inside you now -resonating through yr ribs and limbs my pulseas real as yrsnot binary, inkor digitalisedor analogbut written readand vocalised

see my veins run red - and bloody as yrsand you can - by nowsee the sheen of my sweatin the red light of my brow

and the bass of this microphoneinto and outta these speakersand into you - into youin - to - you

and this is not a performance poemamongst the laundry listsand rock-pose grandeur

06 November 2010

waiting here like this - the gearstick and little else but fabric between us - we all gather in beds eventually - pure white ceiling snakes unable to shake fists at walls - our rubber cheques god-like.

here her synapses flicker - a separation effect - she is a fragment now - these strands of dense noise - getting impulses behind her face at 140 metres per secondyet I'm selling myself - this vehicle a pulsating sac of protein, carbon and ideas - a market commodity - this knife to tell stories with - a history of blood, comrade

we've stood on fences before, the cameras crushed underfoot - my steel caps on the neck of this badge - we're waiting in lines for lungs - a new breed of caution

I'm sliced again, this time in triangular segments, we measure in millimetres the length of thorns - our products defining each purchase of the rock - in tattered packs, we watch the buildings collapse aflame - the concrete edges framing the distance

at the steps the clock strikes in a daylight pose - and this time I'm naked at the uniforms - my oldest friend a butcher - in the shadows our torn disciples rest, tell discontinuous narratives like soup surfing with a fork.

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Isolation isolation isolation isolation isolation

The process by which we separate ourselves from others either through geographical separation or internal separation, where we withdraw into ourselves and distance ourselves from others socially and personally. It can also be when others separate themselves from us because for whatever reason they consider us different and therefore socially unacceptable.

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See I do exist. Well I think I exist? Do I exist? DO I EXIST?

Nobody knows me, nobody understands me, nobody sees me

So therefore if nobody sees me do I exist then?

I must because I see and feel the blood running

I think and feel the isolation of others

Them not letting me in or me not letting them in

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I exist I exist I exist

There is this wall which I have built around me. It is invisible, although if you look very closely you might be able to see it.

I don’t like myself very much at all so I won’t let anyone in.I am afraid that they will see what I seewhen I look in the mirror and what I see is not very nice.

04 November 2010

brothers: this is not a blue light shed on yr brutal masculinitywomen: you are not what you wear, ever, indeedbabies: take less medication pleasethis is a 2AM training sessionfor the 8000 watt burger-shoppercooler than fuck we areand this time, on the insidedismiss this kiss then - the frilly red thing you wearmothers: in this light, this ullulating blisschildren: defy this exotic white amplification of wordsbut i may actually be deadsisters: I'm part of the walking undead hordesthese door-stop memories - flashes of XXXOwives: in dark fremantle spaces at weddingsimagining my calloused fingersinside you shopping for moremy nails scratch deep in yr heada morphic resonance of grey matteryour camera sowing seedsof red carpet messages to indonesiamentions of my skinand I'm outside the church smoking jointsthen corporate memes a US drone across pakistanstandard plutonic treatment - friends of bent nationsfathers: my black wet guts spilled across your tablesage words to shoot down planes withthe bushfire mind to dig new graves withcancel the thing i said i would doI'll be in the lobby drinkin for twoand no-one mentions the elephant in your womb…